[She was grateful for the soothing touch of his thumb over her cheek. Such a simple gesture, and yet it made all the difference.]
[When the healer arrived to attend to her, Daenerys refused to let anyone move her from Jorah's arms. His grip was her safe haven. She ignored Ser Barristan and his glares, they were no concern to her.]
[The healer applied a soothing ointment to help disinfect the wound. Then he wrapped it in a medicine-soaked cloth. The healer then informed both men that she would need to be taken to her chamber to rest. When Barristan reached to take her away, Daenerys gave a sound of protest and leaned against Jorah.]
Please don't go... [Her words were soft, meant only for him.]
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[When the healer arrived to attend to her, Daenerys refused to let anyone move her from Jorah's arms. His grip was her safe haven. She ignored Ser Barristan and his glares, they were no concern to her.]
[The healer applied a soothing ointment to help disinfect the wound. Then he wrapped it in a medicine-soaked cloth. The healer then informed both men that she would need to be taken to her chamber to rest. When Barristan reached to take her away, Daenerys gave a sound of protest and leaned against Jorah.]
Please don't go... [Her words were soft, meant only for him.]